Panda_Novel

In the mystical city of Yūrei-no-Machi, where destiny is dictated by enchanted playing cards, the legendary Kagura Mei reigns as the Scarlet Queen. Gifted with the power to alter fate with a single draw, Mei is both feared and worshiped, her decisions shaping the rise and fall of empires. But when the exiled prince Ryūji Takeda seeks her aid to reclaim his lost throne, Mei finds herself caught in a dangerous game against unseen forces who seek to control fate itself. As treachery weaves through the shadows and the boundary between destiny and free will blurs, Mei must wager everything—including her own heart—to uncover the truth behind the cursed deck that holds the world’s future.

Scarlet Queen Of Fate

A storm of blades and fists clashed in the ruined streets, each strike a deadly promise of destruction.

Kingslayer was faster now.

His sword whistled through the air, aiming for Abhay's throat, heart, and spine in a relentless barrage of attacks.

But Abhay was no longer just dodging.

His X-ray vision revealed the tiniest shifts in Kingslayer's muscles—the precursors to his attacks.

With every exchange, Abhay was closing the gap.

Kingslayer grinned. "You're reading my moves, aren't you?"

Abhay smirked. "You catch on quick."

Kingslayer's grip tightened on his sword. "Then let's make it interesting."

He suddenly vanished.

No sound. No movement.

Just pure silence.

Pain exploded across his shoulder as Kingslayer reappeared behind him, his blade sinking into flesh.

Abhay whirled, throwing a punch—but Kingslayer was already gone.

Small, precise strikes—bleeding him out like a cornered beast.

Abhay clenched his fists. "Tch."

A predator who hunted in the shadows.

But he wasn't prey.

Kingslayer lunged again—silent as death.

But this time, Abhay didn't dodge.

Instead, he turned into the attack.

The sword plunged toward his chest—

And he caught the blade with his bare hands.

Blood spilled as the sharp edge dug into his palm—but Abhay didn't let go.

Kingslayer's eyes widened.

Abhay's knee slammed into his ribs.

A shockwave rippled through the air as Kingslayer flew backward, crashing into the pavement.

Abhay was already there.

He stomped down, aiming for Kingslayer's chest—

The assassin barely managed to roll away, his sword slicing at Abhay's leg—but it was blocked.

Abhay caught the blade mid-air, twisted it—and snapped it in half.

Kingslayer froze. "What—"

Abhay's fist slammed into his face.

Kingslayer's body skidded across the ground, smashing through debris.

Abhay cracked his knuckles, his cold gaze locked onto the fallen assassin.

Kingslayer groaned, spitting out blood as he struggled to his feet. His golden eyes still burned with defiance.

"Not bad, Rajpoot…" he rasped. "But let's see how you handle this."

Suddenly—his body twitched.

His veins bulged.

His golden eyes glowed.

Abhay narrowed his gaze. Something was changing.

A surge of unfamiliar energy filled the air—dark, twisted, unnatural.

Kingslayer grinned through the blood.

"Now… let's get serious."

Blood and ShadowsSparks flew